C10 Kevin

“Really,” Chelsea hollers as she repeatedly kicks her flat tire.

“Do you want a ride?” I stood there watching her kick that tire for five fucking minutes before finally deciding to be friendly and offer her a ride to school.

She looks skeptical before asking, “Only a ride, Kevin?”

I nod, “What else it would it be unless you would like to suck—”

Immediately, she interrupted me, “Nice try, but I’ll have to pass on that one.” Swiftly, she picks her book bag off the ground and walks toward my car, “Didn’t Jessica please you yesterday?” She asks. I almost laugh at her remark but don’t.

Although she said it to be a smart ass, It’s nice to know that even with her boyfriend bringing her to a full-blown orgasm, she still pays attention to me. “I was offering for your pleasure, not mine,” I smirk.

She rolls her eyes, “I don’t need an STD, Kevin. You can share those diseases with the next bitch in line because I’m not interested.”

Once we climbed into the car, I pluck the test results out of the glove department and drop the slip of paper on her lap, “I’m clean.” I assure her, “I’ve got tested to prove to you that I always strap my dick up.”

She examines the paper before placing it back into the glove department, “Still, not interested.” She claims.

I brush off her comment and ask, “Was your boyfriend pissed yesterday?”

“He doesn’t want me dancing with you anymore.” She yawns, “It would be much easier if you would just go back to being the jerk when avoiding you was easy.”

“Well, that’s not gonna happen.” I can’t be the jerk she wishes for because if I do, then I’ll ruin any chance I have of getting her.

***

Chelsea waited for me after I parked the car. She’s been quiet and hasn’t said much since I had shown her the test results. Perhaps, it’s because her STD jokes are pointless now.

As I enter the classroom, I notice Jason sitting in the back row, waiting for Chelsea to take her seat next to him.

Chelsea instantly leaves my side and heads toward Jason. As she strolls between the desks, she stumbles over Jessica’s foot. “You fucking bitch. You purposely tripped me.” Chelsea shouts right before she knocks Jessica’s books onto the floor.

Without delay, Jason and I rush toward the girls. Both Jason and I are standing behind Chelsea, “Should’ve watched where you were walking, Whore.” Jessica adds as she jumps out of her seat, standing directly standing in front of Chelsea.

“Catfight,” Some boy in our class cheers as Chelsea snatches Jessica by her hair, “I’ll show you a whore, you cock sucking hoe.” Chelsea swings Jessica by her hair, dragging her down to the floor.

For all that lip Jessica had, she sure is a bitch. Jessica attempts to swing her arms, but it’s no sense since she doesn’t stand a chance against Chelsea.

Hence, I knew Jessica couldn’t beat Chelsea. That’s why I remain here, blocking Jason from stopping them and watch Chelsea beat that bitch’s ass.

Chelsea has her knees placed on each side of Jessica, repeatedly banging Jessica in her face, “You are nothing but a snitching slut,” Chelsea screams as she continuously hits Jessica in her face.

I knew Chelsea had pent-up anger toward Jessica for the same reason I had. I might not be allowed to smack her, but Chelsea surely can.

As much as I would love to stand here allowing Chelsea to keep fucking her up, I can’t. I decided Jessica had enough. Besides, I wouldn’t want Chelsea to hurt her too badly.

I lift Chelsea off Jessica. Right away, she wiggles in my arms, shouting, “Put me down, Kevin.”

“Calm down,” I tell her as I carry her out of the classroom.

She’s damn near finished twelfth grade and doesn’t need to get suspended. “No, fuck her. She’s disrespected me one too many times.”

“True, but you’ve gotten your licks in, so chill.” I realize Chelsea is angry. And, boy, do I love it. Her temper is the one thing I love most about her.

Soon after, Jason comes out of the classroom, examines Chelsea with his eyes, “Are you okay?” He seeks, worriedly.

She nods. “I could have fucking killed that skank bitch.” Jason tugs Chelsea into his arms, but she’s struggling to stand still.

In truth, Chelsea is at her sexiest when she’s brooding with anger. Her whipping Jessica’s ass was the hottest fucking shit I’ve seen.

Her face is bloodshot red.

Her hair is all over the place.

And her body is fidgeting with anger.

God Damn, do I have it bad for her.

Meanwhile, Mr. Harrison peeks out of the classroom, “Go to the office, Chelsea.”

“Are you serious? That bitch tripped me. All I did was defend myself.” Chelsea stands there, arms crossed over her chest, tapping her foot furiously.

“Don’t make me call the principal down here.” Mr. Harrison glances toward Jason and me, “Get to class.”

Fuck that. I refuse to leave her, so I pull the sister card, “I’m not leaving my sister,” I grab her hand, not giving a fuck if Jason is watching or not.

I'm well aware she hates when I refer to her as my sister, but I refuse to let her take the wrath alone. Plus, our parents are on their honeymoon, so I’m not leaving her to deal with this shit by herself.

We wait quietly in the office until the principal orders us to enter his office. Once we’ve taken our seat, he speaks, “You’re permanently prohibited from coming on school grounds, Chelsea. I’ve spoken to the teacher, and Mr. Harrison has written a report stating you were the one who swung first. After speaking to the assistant principal, we’ve decided this was the best decision.”

“That’s fucking ridiculous. Chelsea’s never been in trouble a day in her life. How the hell can you throw her out of school for defending herself?” I witnessed Jessica trip, Chelsea. Therefore, I know Chelsea didn’t start this fight. She only finished what that bitch started.

In all honesty, Jessica has done nothing but hate on Chelsea from day one because of her jealousy toward Chelsea.

“Dad, I need you,” I overhear Chelsea whisper into her phone. Chelsea doesn’t call my father, dad, so she must have called her father. I’m shocked, but I can’t say I blame her.

Still, I can’t believe principal Hendrix is doing this to her, “Can you switch her classes instead of not allowing her to finish?” I purpose, hoping he will agree

Mr. Hendrix closes the folder on his desk, “The girl she fought has scratches covering her entire face.” He signals toward Chelsea, “She’s lucky Jessica isn’t pressing charges.”

Finally, Chelsea’s father storms into the office. Since this moment is my first time seeing him, I regard him carefully and notice Chelsea looks identical to her father.

“What happened?” Her father asks.

“Some girl in class tripped me, then called me out my name, so I defended myself. And, this jackass informs me I can’t graduate.” My God, this girl has a fucking temper on her and doesn’t know when to shut the fuck up. Alas, she’s prohibited from walking a foot on school property, yet she sits here and calls the principal a jackass.

“Is this true?” Her father quizzes the principal.

Mr. Hendrix adjusts his collar nervously. “I’ve spoken to the school’s administrators, and we’ve made our final decision.”

Chelsea must get her temper from her father because he’s glowing red and angry in the face as she is. “Wait outside the office for me.” Her father states bitterly.

Chelsea and I can hear yelling through the door but can’t understand any words they’re saying.

Five minutes later, her father exits the office, “I’ve got good news and bad news. Which one do you want first?”

“The bad news.” She replies.

“You’re allowed to walk across the stage on graduation day.” Her father takes a deep breath. "You can't remain in classes. However, you have all your credits you need to graduate."

“Thank you, John.” She speaks softly.

Her father nods. “Thank you for calling me, Chelsea.”

Chelsea and her father stand there for a minute staring at each other, “Well, I guess I better get back to the office.”

Abruptly Chelsea looks at me with pleading eyes, ignoring her father, “Kevin, don’t tell Mom.”

“I won’t.” I can’t believe she really doesn’t trust me.

“Who’s he?” Her father looks puzzled as he stares at me.

Chelsea snickers. “This is my stepbrother, Kevin.”

He slips his hands into his pockets, “If you need me, call me.”

A slight smile forms on Chelsea’s lips, “Will do.”

Chelsea and I walk outside. My eyes instantly dart to this crazy girl who dances around in the rain while laughing.

“Come on, Kevin.” I shake my head left to right while staring at her. “What are you celebrating?” I wonder.

She continues dancing, whirling around in the pouring down rain.

Her laughter echoes sweetly through my ears as I stand here and watch her while falling in love with her even more.

“Life, Kevin.” She twirls around and around until she’s standing in front of me.

She’s soaked with droplets of water dripping from her hair down to her face. Her spiral curls now look like waves. Hands down, Chelsea is the most beautiful lady I’ve ever seen.

Chelsea grabs my hands, forcing me to move in circles with her. “You still have to go to school, and I don’t.” She sticks her tongue out, teasing me.

She continues laughing, holding our hands in the air while moving her body. The longer I stare at her, the stronger my emotions become, and I’m powerless to stop them.

I glide my hands down her arms while I lean forward slowly, expecting her to reject me.

When she doesn’t push me away, I peck her lips as she stands there unmoving.

I’m trapped in one place as I stare into her blue eyes, feeling like I’m drowning in an ocean, unable to swim my way back to the surface.

Eventually, I tilt my head to the side and place my lips on hers. I don’t move right away. Instead, I hold my lips steady and enjoy the feel of her lips pressed against mine.

I’m unsure if her eyes are pleading with me to stop or to continue. So, I continue, brushing my lips sideways across hers before slipping my

tongue into her mouth.

Her lips part, welcoming my tongue. The urge I have for her is overwhelming as I grip the back of her head and pull her closer.

When Chelsea’s chest slams against mine, she rubs her hands through my hair, causing me to feel so many fucking emotions at once.

No, girl has ever made me feel the way Chelsea has.

I’ve allowed no girl to touch me, but Chelsea, I do.

Eventually, Chelsea slides her hands down my cheeks to my shoulders before she wraps them around my neck and stares into my eyes.

I’ve never allowed a girl to look deep into my eyes the way she is just to give me false hope.

I’ve never allowed a girl to steal my heart and stomp on it the way she is.

Only Chelsea.

And, the sad part is, I don’t even want my fucking heart back. It’s hers to do with what she wants with it.

All too soon, she tears herself away and stares down at my lips, “I’ve got a boyfriend, Kevin.” Surprisingly, she doesn’t sound angry.

I’m not sure if she’s reminding herself or me. “Dump him,” I inform her while holding her in my arms, wishing she would stay there forever.

“I can’t, Kevin.” Again, she pulls away from me, “Jason loves me, and I love him.”

“If you love him so much, why did you kiss me instead of pushing me away?”

She sighs, “Is this a game to you, Kevin? Is it a challenge? You’ve been a man whore since I’ve known you. So, why the sudden interest in me?” Before I can speak, she continues. “Or, is it because I’m the only chick in our school you haven’t fucked?”

I stalk closer. “I told you, Chelsea, I’ve fallen in love with you.” I’ve tried everything to get her to trust me, but she’s too fucking headstrong. “I’ve fallen in love with you before I knew what love was.” I grab her hand and place a tender kiss on it. “You’re the only girl I want in my bed. And, it fucking scares me because I can see a future with you.”

“Why now?” She yanks her hand from me.

“I’ve fought my feelings long enough, and I realized I couldn't fight them anymore,” I admit. Also, I’ve realized if I waited any longer, I’d lose her forever. In fact, I believe I already have.

She bows her head, “If you really love me as much as you say you do, can you please stop? I love Jason, and I just cheated on him.” She holds her palm to her chest, “It pains me here knowing I’ve done that.”

She walks away with tears in her eyes and leaves me standing in the rain to ponder.

I’ll never stop trying to make her love me.

Because I’d never stop loving her.

I wish love were like a switch you could turn on and off because I’d turn it off in a fucking heartbeat.

Truthfully, If I could turn back time, I’d do everything over to make her love me as much as I love her.

That motherfucker will always come before me. So, why can’t I stop loving her?

Sadly, she left me to run to him and took my heart with her. I guess I will only ever be her stepbrother and nothing more.